u s e y o u r h a n d s

I am filled to the gills with psychopharmaceutica! Between the mood stabilizers, the antidepressants, the dopamine blockers, and the string of vitamins I ingest every day, the fine folks at Blue Cross/Blue Shield are eating up my paycheck with copayments.

But does this all control my choking depression? Yes and no. This and that. Blue or red.

Oh my God. I just realized that I’m sort of dressed like Jo from “Facts of Life” today. I’ve got this powder blue v-neck on, with a striped men’s oxford underneath. with.the.tails.out, dogg! I save myself from total ’80s dykiness as I’ve paired these with bad-ass pants from target and four-inch boots. Actually, more than Jo, I’m just apeing some Bryn Mawr scholarship student.

When you hear a diner conversation start with “A year ago, Rosh Hashanah…” it might turn out bad, but it will be compelling. And you will finish all your pancakes.

Let’s revise that whole “dish ran away with the spoon” thing to say “the scarlet paint ran away with my box of checks.”

During Friday’s wine tasting, the drunken din was just too much for my sober ears and I had to check out for awhile. When I descended again, full of overdue Sex in the City tapes, the crowd was smaller but no less rowdy. And then the hookah. And then the headache.

This will not be at all interesting to you, but mainly for my reference. This is my week’s to-do list:

1) Finish painting dining room
2) Order box of checks
3) Um….
4) Do prelim garden planning
5) Re-caulk bathroom
6) Etc.

I love snaking clogged drains. If you need your drain snaked, I’m your gal.